I’m not much of a risk-taker, but this year I took the biggest risk of my life. I quit my job of 8 years to move to another country and live on a mountain. My mom thought I was crazy, my dad loved the idea and my work supervisor was very amused with my life choice. There have been moments in the past few months where I’ve asked myself if I’ve made the biggest mistake of my life. Thankfully, the memories of how I felt while working where I was at are still heavily etched in my mind, reminding me never to regret the decision I made.
I never thought I would get the opportunity to live on a mountain, but here I am. At the highest point of the Barrington Tops, surrounded by green pastures with cows, brumbies, wallabies, kangaroos and wombats peacefully grazing on grass, crimson and eastern rosellas, kookaburras and many other types of birds sitting on fences waiting to catch their next feed, the gentle rustling of trees with pretty, pretty flowers that I do not know the name of, I finally feel like I can recognise the sound of my heartbeat again.